To prevent Ryan from getting bed sores every two hours, he needs to be turned from his back, then to one side, then to the other, then repeat. It really pulls on my heart-strings to do this one task, because most of the time during my shift I have to disturb him from a very deep sleep. Think about it. Would you want to be awoken from a deep sleep every two hours? Granted, it’s better than bed sores, but I still feel badly about having to do it. The good news is, because we’ve painstakingly done this for the past seven years, he hasn’t gotten any bed sores.
I do love taking care of my son, although I wish I didn’t have to…meaning, I really wish God would heal him completely…now.
Today we finished reading the book of Mark, and tomorrow we’ll begin the book of Luke. I love reading the Gospel books. HE IS RISEN!!